I burst into tears when I moved into my new place 2 months ago a new build.
the builders clean was terrible they hadn't opened a single cupboard in the kitchen so they were all filthy, the electricity was not on (thanks electrical company for putting it on next door!), it was pissing rain and the movers were in a strop because they were hungry.
I also had to do the move on a Saturday as I was covering my bosses job as well as my own so couldn't get anyone to cover me. For the first 3 weeks I was exhausted between coming home from work and unpacking, going to work to do 2 jobs, coming home and finding more things wrong with the house.
A friend dragged me out on the weekend of week 4 and took me to a beautiful little cafe 2 streets away from me and to the park. It reminded me why I had wanted to move from my previous place which was a 15 yr old sleeper suburb with very little community if you don't have young kids.
after a very structured email to the builders and my boss getting back to work I was able to take a week off and just nest - go to the recycling center with the ton of cardboard, drop off donations at the charity shops (why did I pack things I didn't use??).
The builder has had people in and out this week and more scheduled in the next few weeks to fix up the issues, I have put my pictures up and got things like my coffee table set up - amazing how not having those little things frustrates you!
I am starting to enjoy it for what it is, a better commute, a smaller place with less clutter and a proper adult office so I can WFH as needed rather than on the dinner table on a hard chair. And 2 great cafes walking distance from me :)